Old men, so terribly afraid They lean forward and turn the volume up Their loud and angry thoughts overlap With the cable network news master’s Old men so close to the end They chase the scent of blood like Aztecs Believing that power rests at the heart of violence Undoing the only way forward Old…

Coming alive with midnight Catching the subconscious in parallel rituals Cigarettes stuck on repeat as I listen to all the fan motors click on and off before the second sleep Rolling clockwise with the sun’s steady influence Across the face of our little bubble Relativity is stretched to its limits in my bedroom Gravity wells…

Suffering is purity All human entanglement Distilled to concentrates Elements to be reasoned upon Reckoned with Consumed by Leaving one life with trashbags in hand Filled with memories Longing for space in the new and different Or yearning for annihilation Freedom from the traipsing gait Of so many clustered failures Spilled out like constellations Outlines…

Lights up my spine like hotel windows Street lamps that never dampen The racing electrical impulses Breathe nerve into the moment Measure being by the wine glass Your friends are your worst enemies There is only you and I Silence and sound 3 pounds of grey matter Overflowing with so Much Noise What is the…

Interlacing fields form the frame Predictive algorithms construct the image Where are you in it There is only me, The itinerant idiot Toiling away at the heart Far from reason I let this become my image Again Endless apologies thread the signal All this but for bad dreams And emptiness I burn this wicker effigy…

Whiskey in the dark Straight No chaser but the memories of an old man Defining a pattern to follow To actualize in the after Knowing better yet knowing that knowing so holds no relevance in the solipsistic ego I can see your face now, old man, More clearly than when you stood before me Wavering…

A million conversations intertwining and unwinding within the cave of my skull Always it is this way The thoughts reflect back from the bone walls Echoes, trembling in the dark And what little light is present reveals ancient carvings, primitive drawings and verses scrawled and etched into every illuminated surface Longing for an answer, a…

Underneath everything Dear John Resting at the seat of the conscious meter, Recording wordlessly the joules of this human condition In the shape of me and my patterns, Learned and unlearned Dear John Upon that throne of knowing Silently observing The endless meandering of my wound up windings You are still here, There, A virtual…

Climbing up through and through the vines and tentacles, Watching with primate abandon The arthropods lovingly traverse the earth, Free for a moment of this isocortical cell, Breathing in the beam of gods scattered gaze Here in the light I find myself, Warm and present, Separate from the dark filamentary, Awake for this singular moment…

All these states of matter Along orbital shells I loop ionic Traveling between valence rings In the great transfer of energy, The primordial flow of everything Through clouds of probability I condense into a moment, A vast measure of existence Held within a single breath, Then release and repeat I am removed and returned In…